01-03-2020, 11:04 PM
REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, one really heartfelt fuck. The beginning of the fight... well, it was okay. It was going well, sort of. He had gotten an actual hit off on Aslisk, and that felt nice, but it didn't really seem as though it had done much. Sure, his razor like teeth had dug into something, but it mostly just felt as if he was getting a mouthful of fur, and even when he tugged downwards, he wasn't rewarded with much except for a grunt from above. His breath was coming out in quick pants as he teleported away, his heart already beating so fast he could hear it in his ears, but he wasn't given much time to dwell on that, since one of his large horns was already being grabbed. Strong jaws snagged down on one of his thick curved horns, and he was being slammed downward into the ground, a wheeze leaving him as all of the air seemed to be knocked out of his lungs. His head was spinning from the impact when she began to move her tail, and immediately a sense of panic began to fill him. He knew he couldn't let her hit him with that tail. If he did, then it was all over, and he wasn't even sure he'd be able to walk if she brought it down on his leg. Still faintly breathless, the gat yanked his legs up just in time to avoid having one of them crushed, scrambling back up to his wings and hooves. The world was still spinning violently in his vision, but he was already running again, speeding along her side. He knew she was faster than him, but he intended on using the one power he actually had to utilize to the fullest. Taking a deep breath, the hybrid leaped up at Aslisk's side, attempting to teleport on top of the huge dinosaur creature's back. If successful, he would clumsily scramble forward, trying to dig his fangs into the back of her neck, the claws on his wings trying to scratch at her shoulders. He had no idea if it would work at all, and he doubted he had a chance in hell at winning, but at least he was putting up a bit of a fight. If he had just rolled over and shown his stomach, he doubted Aslisk's already low level of respect for him would've exactly benefited.
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